LONG LANCE

chief and medicine-man shook hands with the
minister and thanked him for coming over and
talking with us. Then we all mounted our ponies
and rode over to the post, about two miles away,

As we rode into the post we passed some stables
with some cows in them. We had never been
around cows before, and the smell of them made
us sick. We all had to hold our hands over our
noses as we rode by this stable. We youngsters
had always thought that the cow would smell
strong like the buffalo, but they smelt sweet, like
milk; and that made us want to vomit.

When we arrived at the post the traders came
out to meet us. The white men came up to our
fathers and started talking with them through the
interpreter, a Suksiseoketuk. We boys had never
been close to white people before; so while they
were talking with our fathers, we and some of our
braves walked up behind them and srnelled of
them to see what they smelt like. They smelt
different from the Indians; they smelt just like
those cattle, and it made us sick.

Then they invited us to have a big feast with
them. They brought out a lot of food. But we
could not eat it. Everything they had tasted like
those cows smelt. Their tea had cow's milk in it;
cow's butter was on their bread, and its cream
covered their cakes; and the meat they gave us to
eat was cow's meat. Some of our braves who tried

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